Chapter 4
God Send me an Angel,
From the Heaven's above
Send me an Angel to heal my broken heart
-Send me an angel, Amanda Perez
"I wonder what's up with Zell." Selphie wondered out loud, as she walked past a window display of SeeD Action Figures. Irvine's brows furrowed under his cowboy hat.
"I wouldn't worry about him. He probably just feels a little out of place." Quistis suggested. "You know, with us always doing our own thing, and Squall and Rinoa off doing whatever it is they do–."
"We don't wanna think about that." Irvine cringed. The girls laughed, forgetting all about Zell.
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A bare fist connected with the punching bag in the Palace's gym. Spots of blood hit the cement floor below the bag. Zell clenched his fists harder with each strike. He was getting used to them all making plans without him. After all, after the whole Ultemecia thing he had pushed them all away. They all had gotten back to their own lives, with their boyfriends and girlfriends, what did he have? No one really. He often went to stay with his mother in Balamb. Staying there for days on end.
He went to strike again. A hand came from nowhere, grabbing his wrist to stop him. "You're going to brake your hand." A girl's voice said. The voice shocked him. It was neither harsh nor kind, but yet it held a sadness that he couldn't place. He could tell by just her voice that time and experience had broke her down.
Zell wrenched his arm from her grasp. "You've already got blood all over the floor, you're knuckles are probably broken already." The girl from the library frowned.
He punched it again. "Nope, not broken." He turned to face her. She had distinct features of a Japanese girl, her wide eyes an unusual shade of violet.
She rolled her eyes and shot him a smile. "Sorry about that thing in the library the other day. Kiros didn't think it would be good if I kind of mingled with you guys. You know since you're SeeD and all." Her expression showed him that she couldn't elaborate. "That and I was in my pj's." Zell laughed and rubbed his knuckles. "Come on. I'll bandage 'em up."
Once they were seated at on the side of the tub in her bathroom, Zell took the time to take in all of her features. Her hair was blonde and pulled up into a curls on the crown of her head, all except for her bangs that covered her eyebrows and curved down around her face, with clumps of long hair in the front that reached her shoulders. Her eyebrow, and lip, on the left side, were pierced. "Oh.. Yeah.. I'm Zell Dincht." He introduced himself. "I'd shake your hand, but.."
"It's alright. Don't sweat." She laughed. "Nastasaife Frantiska. But everyone just calls me Stacie." Zell raised his eyebrows. "It means Rebirth of a great warrior woman of freedom."
She blushed. "My parents were Revolutionaries. Freedom Fighters."
"That explains the name." Zell teased. She stuck her tongue out at him, causing him to laugh. "Well then, Stacie, what could have been so bad that you have to hide from us."
Her smile faded. "Kiros didn't want me to. Laguna agreed with him, after quite a bit of protest." She looked at the floor. Then brightened, "But looks like that plan is out the window."
"There. All better." She said as she finished wrapping the knuckles on his left hand.
An awkward silence fell over the two teens. "I better go." Stacie whispered to the floor. "See you around."
"Yeah, see you around."
God Send me an Angel,
From the Heaven's above
Send me an Angel to heal my broken heart
-Send me an angel, Amanda Perez
"I wonder what's up with Zell." Selphie wondered out loud, as she walked past a window display of SeeD Action Figures. Irvine's brows furrowed under his cowboy hat.
"I wouldn't worry about him. He probably just feels a little out of place." Quistis suggested. "You know, with us always doing our own thing, and Squall and Rinoa off doing whatever it is they do–."
"We don't wanna think about that." Irvine cringed. The girls laughed, forgetting all about Zell.
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A bare fist connected with the punching bag in the Palace's gym. Spots of blood hit the cement floor below the bag. Zell clenched his fists harder with each strike. He was getting used to them all making plans without him. After all, after the whole Ultemecia thing he had pushed them all away. They all had gotten back to their own lives, with their boyfriends and girlfriends, what did he have? No one really. He often went to stay with his mother in Balamb. Staying there for days on end.
He went to strike again. A hand came from nowhere, grabbing his wrist to stop him. "You're going to brake your hand." A girl's voice said. The voice shocked him. It was neither harsh nor kind, but yet it held a sadness that he couldn't place. He could tell by just her voice that time and experience had broke her down.
Zell wrenched his arm from her grasp. "You've already got blood all over the floor, you're knuckles are probably broken already." The girl from the library frowned.
He punched it again. "Nope, not broken." He turned to face her. She had distinct features of a Japanese girl, her wide eyes an unusual shade of violet.
She rolled her eyes and shot him a smile. "Sorry about that thing in the library the other day. Kiros didn't think it would be good if I kind of mingled with you guys. You know since you're SeeD and all." Her expression showed him that she couldn't elaborate. "That and I was in my pj's." Zell laughed and rubbed his knuckles. "Come on. I'll bandage 'em up."
Once they were seated at on the side of the tub in her bathroom, Zell took the time to take in all of her features. Her hair was blonde and pulled up into a curls on the crown of her head, all except for her bangs that covered her eyebrows and curved down around her face, with clumps of long hair in the front that reached her shoulders. Her eyebrow, and lip, on the left side, were pierced. "Oh.. Yeah.. I'm Zell Dincht." He introduced himself. "I'd shake your hand, but.."
"It's alright. Don't sweat." She laughed. "Nastasaife Frantiska. But everyone just calls me Stacie." Zell raised his eyebrows. "It means Rebirth of a great warrior woman of freedom."
She blushed. "My parents were Revolutionaries. Freedom Fighters."
"That explains the name." Zell teased. She stuck her tongue out at him, causing him to laugh. "Well then, Stacie, what could have been so bad that you have to hide from us."
Her smile faded. "Kiros didn't want me to. Laguna agreed with him, after quite a bit of protest." She looked at the floor. Then brightened, "But looks like that plan is out the window."
"There. All better." She said as she finished wrapping the knuckles on his left hand.
An awkward silence fell over the two teens. "I better go." Stacie whispered to the floor. "See you around."
"Yeah, see you around."